Last weekend I was with my dad and extended family. The kids were excited about the Easter egg hunt that was going to start at 4. At noon I told the kids that the Easter egg hunt was starting. At 12:30 I explained to my dad and the kid's parents that they were hunting for Easter eggs. One parent said "But we haven't hidden the eggs yet." I said "Pity they don't know that."

Cracks don't matter. Boil water. Drop in eggs. Wait until you forget eggs are in water. Come back and notice that all the stuff oozed out of cracks has formed a nasty white froth on top of remaining water. Take out nice hard eggs. Sprinkle with salt. Eat while piping hot. Cooling down to remove shells is for pussies. If your fingers aren't burned and smarting after you eat hard boiled eggs, you're doing it wrong. The proper phrase to use while eating hard boiled eggs is "ow! ow! ow! ow!" (repeat until finished). Dangerously hot hard boiled eggs are one of Nature's greatest gifts to Mankind. Don't waste it just because you're afraid of crunching on a little egg flake or two while you enjoy them.

(obviously this does not apply to eggs intended for coloring because in that case cracks do matter).

If you can't get a hard-boiled egg to a proper texture - yolks and whites - by actually boiling them, you shouldn't be writing an article about how everyone else is doing it wrong.

I am so tired of Slate's "You're Doing it Wrong" series. Yes, its a series of food articles about how everyone but them doesn't know shiat about how to cook or eat food! How did we survive as a species until Slate writers came along to tell us how we were doing it all wrong?!

TheShavingofOccam123:You need rubbery whites for egg salad. My recipe says to simmer them for 21 minutes...or maybe it's 17 minutes. Then put them immediately in cold water and keep rinsing them in cold water.

spentmiles:Put eggs in pot, cover with water, heat on stove just until boiling then immediately turn off stove, wait ten minutes, eggs are ready.

If that's too succinct of a description, Scott Thompson wrote the linked blog post about it in his Buddy Cole character.

WTF, man?No tale of being stuck in the barn, strangling Rhode Island Reds because they didn't meet their egg-laying quotas, and then nailing the farmer's daughter as you both covered yourselves in downy feathers and sorghum molasses?Who the hell stole your login?